Flavour - Chop Life Lyrics
Lyrics
Owe be di ihi fu Ijele Aya yin a puo Bia oga paulo mu a choro cheque cha cha cha Biko we putam the cash upfront before m take e fa personal Okwu ba na ego m ne take ya very personal
Chop life o Celebrate life o Wunba nu life o Thank God we they alive o
It is a beautiful day to remember We are making progress together My guy it is a beautiful day to remember We are not here forever Ye Celebrate me now that am living Not when I die you go throw party This life is for the living everyday na jolly jolly Onye din du gba first nu Ezege nwu ba nmanya Oyi kwe kwe je wo je wa nma nma
Chop life o Celebrate life o Wunba nu life o Thank God we they alive o Owe be di ihi fu
Nna ka yin peli pe kndu ??we no they rush we take am gentle Na ayin na burn money ka burn candle You see my side you can see from my angle Ezege no they panic ka na puchialu ife nmuye matches link e up with uchelu men e mebe magic ?? bia maka balling is a habit Awuso life , life a na ga no be traffic Onye ibiri be ya biri make you no bother me Anything wey go stress me make e they over me I they pray I they fast blessings all over me Ndi ko bu mu na pu mu now they want to follow me Make I tell you as e they go (as e they go) My life a di a gbacha o le wuu ko bu gold Ti isi na pitch gba shot is a goal Ka nmirin a di Na so the boy go they flow Ahchinu ga di cold
Chop life o Celebrate life o Wunba nu life o Thank God we they alive o
Celebrate me now that am living Not when I die you go throw party This life is for the living everyday na jolly jolly Onye din du gba first nu Ezege nwu ba nmanya Oyi kwe kwe je wo je wa nma nma
Chop life o Celebrate life o Wunba nu life o Thank God we they alive o
Video
Flavour X Phyno - Chop Life (Official Video)
Meaning & Inspiration
"Thank God we they alive o."
There it is. Right in the middle of a high-energy Afrobeats track, amidst the talk of burning money like candles and the relentless pursuit of "balling," Flavour and Phyno drop that line. It’s the pivot point. It’s the moment the party track stops being just another song about excess and starts feeling like something else—something rooted in the reality of living in a place where tomorrow is never promised.
When I hear them say, "Celebrate me now that am living, not when I die you go throw party," my mind goes straight to Ecclesiastes 9:10: "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom." There is a specific kind of urgency in the Igbo phrasing here that hits different. It isn’t hedonism; it’s an acute awareness of mortality.
It’s interesting to see how the song balances this. You’ve got the flashy, fast-paced slang—"check cha cha cha"—intertwined with a genuine posture of gratitude. It’s a strange friction. They’re flexing, sure, but they’re also acknowledging that the breath in their lungs is an unearned gift. Phyno’s verse is particularly telling: "I they pray I they fast blessings all over me." He’s mixing the "hustle" culture of modern Nigeria with the very real, very traditional practice of seeking divine favor through fasting. It’s not the neat, Sunday-morning-sanitized version of faith we often export from the West. It’s gritty. It’s "on the ground" theology.
Does the message get lost in the vibe? Maybe a little. If you’re just dancing, you might miss the weight of "We are not here forever." The production is so infectious that it almost forces you to bypass the contemplation. But that’s the reality of life, isn't it? We’re often running at a hundred miles an hour, "burning candle," trying to manage the traffic of daily stress, and yet, underneath the noise, there’s this quiet, nagging truth that we are fragile.
What sticks with me isn't the talk of the cash. It’s that admission that the blessings are coming because of prayer, and the realization that when the "jolly" ends, the only thing that actually mattered was that you were here, and you were breathing. It feels unfinished, like the song leaves you hanging between the party and the grave. And honestly? That’s probably the most honest place to be. We’re all just trying to make it, trying to celebrate, and trying to stay grateful for the simple fact that we woke up today. It’s not a sermon, but it’s a confession.